09:45
Grr ... it's been a couple of days, but I'm still so peeved. I went for my ultra sound and I was told that it could take up to a week to get the results back. My doctor's office called me within 24 hrs with an appointment with a "specialist". The scum bums wanted me to go see a surgeon. I asked if my doctor wanted to see me first, and the nurse said "I guess not." Well, great, I'm booked for a specialist and I don't even know why. Grand. That was Tuesday morning. On Thursday EVENING, I get a call to come into my doctor's office to discuss my results.
EXCUSE ME?!? There's already an appointment made with a specialist. While I'd like to know why, I'm not sure I want to drive 45 minutes so that I can sit in the waiting room for 10 minutes and a little room for 10 - 15 minutes just to have a two minute conversation that COULD be done over the phone, but won't be. That's almost two hours of wasted time. And it was an after-thought for these people. They've alarmed me, they've alarmed my family and they have the nerve to make it look like a normal, reasonable procedure.
Bastards.
I've got half a mind to cancel my appointment and make them wait for the specialist's report. If they need to tell me things before hand, then they SHOULD have called me in and then given me my appointment with the specialist. This unnecessary alarm is the reason I fired my last doctor. AND MY CURRENT DOCTOR KNOWS THAT. Money grabbing bastard.
On top of all this, I'm having "engine executable" problems with my computer. Mostly with a part of my game, but it's kicked out out while online a couple of times too. It's also been happening with Jade's computer, so I don't know what to think. Any suggestions?
GAH!
I can't deal with this stress right now and still hold myself back from killing somebody. Probably my Mother-in-law. On days like this, I just can't deal with her. Somebody get me out of here!
Went to Wetaskiwan yesterday. It was a Great-Aunt's 103rd birthday. I finally got to meet her. She was a sweet thing and when I found her looking at me, I smiled pleasantly. Sometimes she smiled back. She was trying to memorise my face. Apparently, she prides herself on remembering everybody. Guess we'll see when I see her next.
Short entry today. Not a whole lot to write about.
Sweet Dreams!
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